Baby Bieber (Sequel to Justin's Girl)

I'm in my 9th month of carrying Justin's baby. Justin is now heading on Tour, which is not helping me at all. We fought about it many times but the decision was finally; he was leaving. Do I go with him? Is the baby a boy or a girl? Does our love last? Does he choose his music over his family?


23. Chapter 22

  "I really am sorry for everything i've done. I'll be helpful around here I promise. I just need to sort things out between me and Justin," I sat on the couch flipping through the channels with Miley in my arms. 

  "I told you he wasn't someone to be with. I don't know why you didn't listen to me then. Your lucky you found us again or you'd be on the streets with her." 

  "I know. I was dumb. Miley was a mistake but the best mistake in my life," I laughed to myself. 

  "It's good to see you again," he sat next to me hugging me

  "To be honest I missed you both so much," I smiled as he hugged me. 

  "Well now we can all be a family again. Uh my little girl has grown up."

  "Dad please," I laughed.

- - - 

  I was done with Justin to be honest. I didn't know where to go in till I remembered last Christmas the phone call I had with my mother. The last place i'd go was back home to my actual family. I ended up calling that number, speaking my parents convincing them I was done with Justin and wanted to come home. They didn't fight they agreed of me being home would be better so I packed up the few things me and Miley had at the hotel and waited for my dad to come pick me up to take everything back to their new house. My father who I thought would still be a monster actually seemed to change. I don't know how but he's nicer I guess but I know Justin wouldn't look for me back with my parents so it's perfect.

  When Miley woke I fed her and placed her on the floor with me and was teaching her how to walk better. "Come to mommy!," I smiled and clapped  my hands to her. She brightly flashed the smile that matched Justins... and giggled slowly taking one step at a time to get to me. She's such a beauty, I can't wait till she starts to talk. "There we go! Yes," I laughed as she sprung into my hands. 

  "I'm home! Where's Toby-," my mom walked into the living room with a big smile and a big bag of diapers.

  "Hello mom," I grabbed a hold onto Miley and stood up. 

  "You look so different! And my granddaughter oh my she's beautiful!," she sat the diapers on the side of the couch and walked infront of me. "Can I hold her?"

  "Sure um yeah," I passed her off to my mother and sat on the couch grabbing the diapers. "These for Miley?"

  "Well i'm positive your not in diapers  that small correct?"

  "Yeah yeah," I laughed. Bonding with my mom; never imagined.

  "Why'd you leave Justin anyway? You have a kid and last time I was told you two ran off together when he started his career." 

  "It's not important, i'd rather not speak of it." She brushed the topic off and started playing with Miley. While I had time on my hands I grabbed some of my bags of clothes and Miley's and headed up in the room i'm staying in. I set the bags infront of the tall wooden door and opened it. I seen a large room with only a bed and closet and also with another door inside, I assume it's a bathroom. Grabbing the bags, I go through Miley's first putting and setting up some stuff for her. After I was done with putting her crib up and putting her stuff away I grabbed one of my bags unzipping it to reveal the only photo I grabbed from the hotel and other things like tooth brush, hair brush, and so on. 

  The photo was taken when Justin came home last Christmas, it was the first time he held Miley.

  Tears began to form in my eyes as I held the photo, the beautiful photo in my hands. It's like the memories, the really good ones aren't alive anymore. It went down hill since Miley was born but I know he and I both love her to death. As long as she's loved, i'm happy. I wish he'd see what I see, him get a taste of his own medicine. He has never hit me before which is a good thing but it scared me that if I didn't go maybe he would have. I just wish I could go back in time to when he arrived at my house that day with his mom in my house. I shouldn't of tried to be more than friends with him, it was a mistake. I could be in collage right now if I didn't have Miley or become in love with him. I could have a future of my dreams. Not this. Not every girls nightmare to be left by the father of your child. It's a terrible life and I hope we can work it out; I hope he'll stop drinking and straighten up. If he can't then it'll never work...

  I began to full on cry, placing the photo close to my chest. I wish I could go back, I wish I could...

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